A Writer's Notebook, Day Three-Hundred-And-Seventy-Eight

This morning, I did not get to work for the very first time in I am not certain how long.  Part of this was exhaustion and stress, part was that I am not at home with access to my computer as usual, and that does pose a distraction.  I didn't get to work at all for a long while, as I was also busy dealing with many other things to do with my non-writing life and responsibilities, issues which have been exacerbated in the past few days. 

Anyhow, I was didstracted, and I didn't think about not having worked.  But, when I did, I certainly felt a lot better in some ways.  While I have a huge amount that I am rather upset with right at the moment, and things that I have been complaining about, I am also aware of how lucky I am, having seen pictures of other areas that were directly impacted by Dorian, and I am honestyl not sure how to respond to a lot of it at this moment.  At least not in terms of writing, as I think we all can find ways to help and donate, but that is not my point here.

The thing is, I think that for me, writing, provides a sort of way to get back to center.  It is very easy to stay focused on how things are impacting "me", and that is fine, indeed it is necessary.  If we don't care for ourselves, we are only becoming a burden in some way, if we are to survive.  But, we also must be able to step beyond that and see the world outside the personal sphere.  I am very grateful to have my writing practice if only for the fact that my work requires me to move outside that in some ways, and on days like today, it really helps me to see that the things I am having issues with, though legitimate, are not the only or greatest problems in the world.

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